when she sensed the presence of a ghost in his room,

she turned off the light, and played a random RnB music from

her phone. then she stood up and danced to the beat, to the

darkness, and to the presence of the ghost.

 

it was a joyful response to the abyss.

a self deprecating comedy.

 

her smile bloomed. she moved her body as though millions of

sights was casted upon her lonely little existence. drops of

cold sweat started to form on her neck. she could feel eerie

breeze chilling her feet. her heart rushed to pump doomful

blood through her entire body. yet she kept dancing.

 

with rapture, and more rapture.

 

and don't trick yourself that you never did as she did. you do it

all the time. not on the dance floor, but in the endeavor place,

on your romantic table, even in your local. against, or

with, your own people.

 

cause we know the king needs to be here. his absence bring

the nation into disarray. the king suffers some kind of

mysterious illness that deemed him too weak to show up.

 

and in his stead, comes the ghost.